Gale force winds here on Saturday.
Rick refused to go outside, he didn’t like the noise.
He missed a visit from a neighbour’s chicken.
Paul managed to shoosh it back through a hole in the hedge.
A few more pictures have been hung.
Today I roasted a chicken (not the neighbour's) and made apple crumble.
Tomorrow I might make an apple cake.
I’m turning into a Lincolnshire housewife.
Ha! It looks like one of my chickens! I'd wondered where she got to! ;) -JennReplyDelete
I was looking for the eggs!Delete
Yes, the wind looked terrible. you are sounding quite settled which is great. It was a big decision.ReplyDelete
Yes, it was quite an upheavel. We have no regrets - yet!Delete
Hot and windy here yesterday (Sunday), and rain today. It look more like Paul's saying "Come to Daddy"; roasted Chicken you say?ReplyDelete
I like my chickens ready drawn and plucked!Delete
Chicken In = Dog Out. You have been warned! Where we stayed the other week (again) they remembered that our dog's middle name in Houdini.ReplyDelete
That's what Paul is worried about. Lots of gaps to fill in.Delete
I saw the photo and thought that you had got chickens very quickly after moving in. I then read on and saw that it isn't so. I have 12 chickens, 3 regular bantam size and 9 seramas which are the smallest chickens in the world (about pigeon size) all feather types and all different colours. I keep my girls in a very secure run. Paul did well to manage to get the chicken back to her garden.ReplyDelete
Apple cake sounds lovely.
I'm a bit worried about what would happen if Rick came face to face with a chicken.Delete
Sounds like you swapped one kitchen for another.ReplyDelete
Pretty much. A kitchen is the heart of the home for me.Delete
I have heard of horse whisperers but not chicken worshippers. Paul seems to be paying homage to the Hen Goddess. Is that you?ReplyDelete
No, I'm just an ordinary goddess.Delete